\chapter*{羽衣少年的微光 / The Gleam of the Feathered Boy}
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\section*{风中的少年 / The Boy in the Wind}

在一座常年笼罩着薄雾的山谷中，住着一个名叫伊恩的小男孩。  
他的头发总像风里的草，乱而自由；他的鞋子总差一只扣子，却能跑遍整个村庄。  
他最喜欢的事，就是倾听别人的烦恼——听完，然后微笑。  

村民常说：“他那模样像流浪猫，可脑子里有星星。”  
每当有人吵架、有人落泪、有人不知所措时，伊恩都会出现在他们门前，像一阵柔软的风。

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In a mist-covered valley lived a boy named Ian.  
His hair was like grass in the wind—messy, yet free. His shoes never had both buckles, yet he could run through the whole village.  
He loved listening to people’s troubles—listening, then smiling.  

Villagers often said, “He looks like a stray cat, but there are stars in his mind.”  
Whenever someone quarreled, cried, or felt lost, Ian would appear at their door like a gentle breeze.
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\section*{纠纷调解人 / The Peacemaker of the Village}

一天，磨坊主和面包师因为谁该先取麦子而争得面红耳赤。  
伊恩走上前，笑着说：“要不猜拳决定吧？胜者取麦，败者取笑。”  
两人愣了几秒，然后忍不住笑出声来，争吵在笑声中散去。  

这样的事几乎每天都在发生。  
老约瑟夫、裁缝太太、铁匠与鞋匠……伊恩总能让人从怒火中回到平静。  
但他那满是泥的裤脚、油渍的衬衣，却让人摇头叹息。  

“可惜啊，”村长说，“聪明的孩子，要是干净一点，多体面一点，该多好。”  
伊恩笑了笑，从不辩解。因为他觉得，心干净就够了。

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One day, the miller and the baker were arguing over who should take the flour first.  
Ian stepped in with a grin, “How about a hand game? The winner gets the flour, the loser gets the laughter.”  
They stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. The quarrel melted away.  

Such things happened almost every day.  
Old Joseph, the tailor’s wife, the blacksmith, the shoemaker—Ian always brought peace.  
Yet his muddy trousers and stained shirt made people sigh.  

“What a pity,” said the mayor. “Such a smart boy, if only he dressed properly.”  
Ian only smiled. To him, a clean heart was enough.
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\section*{夜访小精灵 / The Elf in the Moonlight}

那天夜里，月光静得像湖水。  
伊恩在溪边打盹时，听见一个清脆的声音：“小伊恩，你知道外表也是一种语言吗？”  

他抬头，看见一位小精灵，头发如柳絮，眼中闪着露珠般的光。  
“你的心是亮的，”她说，“但你让别人看不见。光若不被照亮，也会被误会成黑暗。”  

伊恩挠挠头：“可我不在意这些呀，我只想帮人。”  
小精灵轻轻挥动翅膀，星光洒满溪面：“那我来帮你。你帮人看见希望，我帮人看见你。”

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That night, the moon was still as a lake.  
As Ian dozed by the stream, a clear voice whispered, “Little Ian, do you know that appearance is also a language?”  

He looked up to see a tiny elf, her hair like willow fluff, her eyes glimmering like dew.  
“Your heart is bright,” she said, “but you’ve hidden the light. When light hides, people mistake it for darkness.”  

Ian scratched his head. “But I don’t care about that. I just want to help people.”  
The elf fluttered her wings, scattering starlight over the water. “Then let me help you. You help people see hope—I’ll help them see you.”
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\section*{羽衣的清晨 / The Morning of the Feathered Cloak}

清晨，第一缕阳光透过窗缝时，伊恩惊讶地发现——  
那件破旧的衬衫变成了一件由羽毛编织的外衣，闪着晨露的光。  
他穿上衣服，感觉整个人都被风托了起来。  

当他走过村口，孩子们停下了游戏；  
老奶奶微笑着打招呼；  
连铁匠也点头赞叹：“这下，你像个真正的先生了。”  

伊恩的心却比以往更平静。  
他依旧帮人、笑、奔跑。  
不同的是——  
这一次，人们听见他的话，也看见了他身上的光。

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When the first sunlight slipped through the window, Ian gasped—  
his torn shirt had become a cloak woven from feathers, glistening with morning dew.  
He put it on and felt lighter, as if carried by the wind.  

As he walked through the village gate, the children stopped their play,  
the old woman smiled and waved,  
even the blacksmith nodded. “Now you look like a real gentleman.”  

But Ian’s heart was calmer than ever.  
He still helped, still smiled, still ran.  
Only this time—people not only heard his words, they saw the light upon him.
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\section*{心光与外光 / The Light Within and Without}

从那以后，村子安静了许多。  
当人们看到伊恩时，不再嘲笑他的旧模样，而是想到——  
“也许，每个人都需要一点小精灵的光。”  

伊恩再也没见过那位小精灵，但他知道，她的声音藏在风里，在每个善意的念头中。  
他的羽衣渐渐旧了，可他的微笑却比羽毛更亮。  

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Since then, the village grew quieter.  
When people saw Ian, they no longer laughed at his untidy look,  
but thought—“Perhaps everyone needs a bit of an elf’s light.”  

Ian never saw the elf again, but he knew her voice lived in the wind,  
in every kind thought that moved a heart.  
His feathered cloak grew old, but his smile shone brighter than any feather.
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